Last night I dreamt again of a laughing baby,
this one the child of a sister who was preparing for her wedding day.
My grandmother, still clinging on to the idea that babies
should come after the wedding and not before,
was a bit cranky about the order of events,
but the baby seemed quite happy
with the chance to take part in a celebration.
Eventually even my grandmother succumbed to joy.
In a dream a few weeks ago
I changed the diaper of a tiny girl
just before we were about to step out in darkness
as armored men on thundering war horses
were fast approaching.
Best to start out clean for that sort of thing.
We smiled and giggled, and
Despite the darkness and the menacing noise
she was not afraid, nor was I.
I think we need to pay attention
to the laughing babies around us,
and to the crying ones as well.
They are here for a reason,
and that reason is love.
And so are we.
image: "Among the Nasturiums" San Leandro, February 2025
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